Carpathian 17 - Dark Curse

that was steadily increasing. The creaks and rumbling in the ice increased to an almost angry roar.
    Nicolas rounded the corner of the alcove at a run and slid to a halt so fast that Vikirnoff, on his heels, bumped into him.
    \"You got them out,\" Vikirnoff said. \"You found them and got them out.\"
    Nicolas frowned and walked around the two bodies. He glanced at Vikirnoff. \"They really are in dragon form.\"
    \"You knew they were,\" Lara said, \"I told you. And you were with me...\" She trailed off, glancing at Vikirnoff and Natalya, who were walking around the two dragons. Lara stroked loving caresses over the scales, usually shimmering with iridescent color, but now drab and dull.
    \"But they are part mage. How can they shift?\" Nicolas murmured aloud.
    \"You said I could shift,\" Lara pointed out.
    \"You can, as long as I\'m holding the image for you. Your Dragon-seeker blood is strong but...\" He trailed off and looked at Vikirnoff.
    Vikirnoff crouched down beside the two women. \"Natalya, reach for them.\"
    \"I don\'t understand.\"
    \"Lara should. She\'s spoken numerous times with them telepathically,\" Nicolas said. \"Lara, reach deep along the path you used to speak to them. Call them to you.\"
    \"You can\'t possibly think they\'re alive. Look at them. They\'re frozen solid. They\'re thin and drab.\"
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    Christine Feehan: Dark Curse
    \"They are not mage,\" Nicolas said. \"They are Carpathian. Fully Carpathian. How that came to be, I do not know, but they could not have survived all these years frozen, encased in ice,-and you said they were kept in ice even when you were a child-unless they are Carpathian. Mage would die. I do not know how I missed that.
    How any of us did. How could they be caught in the bodies of dragons?\"
    \"You\'re saying they\'re still alive?\"
    \"It is a possibility, yes,\" Nicolas said.
    The ice continued to protest, crackling as icicles rained down on them, as large chunks sloughed off to crash to the floor. The trickle of water became louder.
    Lara cleared her mind and reached. She knew the path intimately, had clung to it as a child, her only stability in a world of absolute madness. She reached with a mixture of love and hope. Aunt Bronnie. Auntie Tatijana.
    Can you hear me ?
    There was a weak stirring in her mind. Lara lost all color and gave a little cry. \"I felt them. They\'re there. I felt them.\"
    Nicolas looked grimly at Vikirnoff and then to the spider web, which was now sagging by at least a foot more.
    \"I\'m calling in aid. Let us go now.\"
    Warrior to warrior! We have great need. We have found two of our women in the ice caves and we are under attack.
    Nicolas sent the call and immediately levitated the dragon\'s bodies. \"Let\'s get out of here. Vikirnoff, you take the lead, I\'ll hold the rear.\"
    Vikirnoff glanced back at him in total understanding, and then turned and ran. The look that passed between them said a multitude of things. Nicolas was entrusting the other half of his soul to Vikirnoff. He was telling him not to guard his back, but to take the women to safety no matter what happened behind him. Vikirnoff accepted the responsibility of the women and also the consequences should Nicolas die in the ice cave protecting their flank.
    Natalya grabbed Lara\'s wrist and yanked her into a blurring run, racing after Vikirnoff. Behind her, the bodies of the two dragons burst through the tunnels, sheering bits of ice off the walls.
    Nicolas ran behind them, his senses fully alert for any movement, any danger. He had given Vikirnoff the responsibility of getting the women out of the caves. An army of Carpathian males were on the way and they would first go to defend the women so Vikirnoff\'s job was to get them as close to a meeting point as fast as possible. Relieved of watching out for the women, Nicolas was left with only one task. He would fight whatever came at them and see to it that Vikirnoff had the time needed to meet up with their relief forces.
    The creaking and groaning grew to rumbles of protests. The rumbling became a roar of fury. The ice cave came alive, furious that they were escaping with Xavier\'s greatest treasures. Thunder crashed, echoing through the chambers, shaking the walls all around them. The pressure of the glacier, the weight of the ice itself, along with Xavier\'s wrath, forced out huge chunks of ice, squares and rectangles, several feet thick and wide, from the ice wall. The chunks shot out across the chamber, destroying